Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Qatar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Henry Cow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.